Because you think I'm too nervous
Because you think I'm too furious
Because you think I'm too dangerous
May the punk
Be with you

Noise,
It's my own and private secret garden

a dark and serious land i dont wanna share
it's all in tension, spit and violence,
and not a fuckin danceflour
how, how can you stand a drummer dressed as a banana on stage
it's fucking killing me
show me some mean and cold face musicians,

yelling at people,
keeping it real
aaaah, Time is running out and i
aaaaaaaah , i've got to feed my family

God knows
I've got all the time
In this world
I find myself another place off
Set me thinking

Welcome Home,

Where the body is there to receive some sound
Welcome Home,

Where the body is there to receive some sound
Where the body is there to receive some sound
Fortified home,

Everybody's singing and rambling with sound
Mysterious Home,

where you can put fears behind the doors
Fortified home,

Everybody's singing and rambling with sound
Everybody's singing and rambling with sound
Mysterious Home, where you can put fears behind the doors



Hiding Home, for black eyes and one doesn't wanna come
Only one Home, Where you'll can find me in
Finally this game can just
begin